On the way back to the hotel, both sides of the street were deserted.
Italians attach great importance to family, partly because of the boring nightlife.
"It's mainly because the security situation is relatively poor." Eric, who was driving, slowed down and said,
"I have a friend who went to Milan a few years ago. He took the subway during the day and had his wallet stolen by a pickpocket. He went out to look for it at night - well, he was almost robbed again when he was hanging out."
What can you find if you go out at night? This person must not be a serious friend.
"Dad, is he Uncle Kyle?"
Eric looked into Vincent's innocent eyes through the rearview mirror.
It is not surprising that children who are about to enter puberty at the age of 13 can think of these things.
"Ahem..." He coughed awkwardly several times, as if he wanted to defend Officer Kyle, who liked to hang out in clubs.
"When I was young, I didn't know how to cherish it, so I haven't gotten married until now."
Dry and unconvincing.
Evelin couldn't stand it anymore, "Baby, don't be like Kyle. Once you do something wrong, you can never go back."
"Yes, Mom." Vincent felt a little touched in his heart.
The true prophecy cannot be changed, but he can decide every choice he makes.
Seeing how their son felt in their hearts after hearing this, the Waynes did not continue the topic.
Children in this period are more rebellious and will reject the ideas forcibly instilled by their parents.
After dinner in the hotel room, Vincent opened Nico's manuscript.
In the magic circuit that occupies half of the book, find out all the things that control the activities of the golem.
He gained a lot from his trip to Bugatti Factory today.
Due to various reasons, supercars are destined to be handmade luxury goods like alchemy items.
No matter how high the price is, it is just a means of transportation for ordinary people.
What about energy-generating alchemical items?
They are no longer a luxury exclusive to a few people, ordinary wizards can also experience their magic.
If the customer base changes, the initially designed samples will have to be scrapped and remade.
The first six steps are handed over to the production line built according to the principle of the golem, and the alchemist only needs to complete the final condensation.
Significantly save labor costs, and then split and reduce functions.
"The International Alchemy Association will definitely object strongly..." Vincent put away the scrawled drawings.
There are die-hards in every era.
The birth of the Alchemy Factory meant that the importance of the alchemist decreased.
The emergence of cheap products will offend their interests. Even if he is an apprentice of Nico Flamel, he will probably be slandered and reviled even more.
But if we back down from even this step, how can we dare to overturn the Secrecy Act?
Wake up from sleep.
"What!?" Eric was frightened by Vincent's bold idea.
Following the Bugatti factory, it is actually an alchemy factory driven by magic.
"I have skills, but the key is that I don't know how to design."
Automated production lines are not something that laymen can just fool around with. They must have relevant knowledge and professional guidance.
The drawings I completed before going to bed were so sloppy that they were basically the same as the original prototypes.
Evelin hung up the guest room service call, "Baby, isn't your teacher related to the German Volkswagen Group?"
"Yeah, so..."
"Da da da--"
A family of three looked out the window.
Standing on the window sill was an owl that had just put down a newspaper.
Eric skillfully took out a few cookies from the suitcase, "So you plan to go to Germany in advance?"
"yes."
He opened the window and put the biscuits away, then brought the newspaper in, "We'll set off after we finish explaining where the depot is."
I opened the newspaper curiously and blurted out another sigh.
It just made headlines yesterday, and it’s another headline today.
"An encounter with the Weasley family, this is how they use their bonuses!"
The title is a bit off, and the signature is indeed not Rita.
"Look, there's also their family photo!"
Vincent stepped forward and looked at it carefully.
The sturdy young man standing next to Arthur with his arms akimbo should be Charlie, then the tall man at the back is Bill.
All nine people were smiling brightly, so it was probably not a forced photo taken.
"Dad, do you think the recent newspapers are strange?"
"Yeah, the past few days have been full of reports about your defense professor, and your mother and I were almost sick of it.
If I didn't want to know more about your wizarding world, I would have canceled my subscription to this lousy newspaper."
"Ding dong——" Evelin smiled, stood up and opened the door to the room.
She came back with breakfast and said, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. We are just disgusted with such incompetent liars."
I haven't paid attention to it for a while. It seems that the old man is determined to evade the sanction of the law.
The fine may not be more than the Galleons spent, so it's quite pitiful for a pure-blood family to maintain their dignity.
Eric sandwiched the ham and cheese with bread, "They won't make the headlines again tomorrow, will they?"
"If there is any other news, it probably won't happen."
He took a bite with a little jealousy.
Vincent suppressed his laughter and said, "Dad, if you want to make headlines, you can always go to the Leaky Cauldron."
Not only will you get a bonus for finishing a bottle of Gamp, but you will also be widely reported by the Daily Prophet, which lacks news.
"No, even if you kill me, I won't drink that poison!"
The hesitation on that face was really convincing.
After a hilarious breakfast, the Wayne family visited the Bugatti Factory and then drove to Bologna Airport in Modena.
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Diagon Alley, Daily Prophet newspaper office.
Editor-in-chief Guffey is discussing something with Rita.
"Please, big news won't fall from the sky!" She was a little excited.
"Sales have been getting lower and lower recently, and it's not because you charged them gold galleons!"
He was revealing the wizard card scam and the dark side of Knockturn Alley. Unknowingly, he became much tougher when speaking.
Guffey forced a smile and said, "Rita, you are the gold medal reporter of our newspaper. As long as you are involved, sales will definitely increase."
It’s all such compliments, and it’s almost reached the critical point.
"Okay." Rita's eyes revealed slyness, "But from now on I will just use my name in the newspaper office."
Compared with the sharp decline in sales, retaining her can create greater benefits for the newspaper.
But the situation is different now.
The higher the reputation, the higher the social status.
No matter how big the Daily Prophet is, it may not be able to satisfy her appetite.
Gu Fei compromised,
"Rita, I just hope you can give priority to publishing the article in our newspaper."
"I will." Rita's smile was confident and charming.
She is now a freelance media person and can submit the articles she writes to wherever she wants.
No constraints, no need to be pressed for manuscripts.